After an hour of carving, Mianmian finally stopped.
What was originally an ordinary piece of wood had now become a Black Tortoise statue, a combination of a turtle and a snake.
It was small, just a little bigger than the palm of Mianmian, who was nearly four years old, but the details of the patterns were particularly clear. The turtle shell pattern and the snake's scales looked just like the real thing.
Looking at the plastic bag filled with wood shavings, Mianmian was about to throw the plastic bag into the trash can when Hu Zhengguo had already picked it up, saying as he did so, "Little Auntie, you rest. Let me do this work."
After disposing of the trash, Hu Zhengguo trotted over to Mianmian's bedside, crouched down, and put on an expression of wide-eyed innocence, "Little Auntie, can I put this video on the Official Blog? It's okay if I say it was a carving of the Black Tortoise, right?"
A middle-aged man with a beard, yet insisted on speaking like a child.